Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.